I am one of those who write in journals knowing,
somewhere inside, that we really want someone to
read this. Not blatantly, but somehow, some
way, we want someone to know. Why else would we
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Sometimes the readers don’t exist. What would it be like if there was someone you could really talk to, someone you could tell all the things you only write in your journal and scratch out later? you write lovely like a robe on a sweet rober of kisses and a tab of verses
This is my fav of your poems so far... especially the second half! It really strikes the heart of your intended emotion/feeling... very nice.
ditto the Bandwagoner on this one-I like the sentiment. Captures exactly why I journal and poemize. Maybe I'll write a poem with a shoutout to this one, carrying the idea into my own little world. Great mood setting. -landrey